Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 24 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston. Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: mf mmf mm mM mc oral anal ir
Chapter 24
The rumor mill was grinding at full capacity by Tuesday morning --
and Cindy Simpson was LIVID! Tad held court in the lunchroom with Anita
beside him and three tables worth of football players and their squeezes -
and Cindy had no place to even get close! Given the situation, it was better
to operate at a distance and pretend that there was no interest in the group
- not that anyone watching would believe that. "Why Anita Shepherdson, for
God's sake?" Beverly wondered aloud.
"She's fucking him," Cindy muttered. "That's clear - the slut! She
can't be very good..."
"Well..." Beverly wilted under Cindy's glare, but the point was
made; Anita was OBVIOUSLY better than anything Cindy had provided - and for
anyone under the impression that Cindy and Tad had been having sex, that was
a devastating blow to Cindy's reputation! Since all Cindy had going for her
was her looks and her reputation, revenge was in the cards. Cindy lashed
back at Beverly, "At least I wasn't replaced by that stick-figure Brenda
McAllister!" Bev glared back, but the loss of Clint was old news.
Fallback positions for either of them were limited. Damian Carter
was black - AND he had a girlfriend. Ben Ellis was a possibility for one of
them. How Donna Travers had managed to collect Mac Thornton was beyond
understanding - almost as insane as Misha Lezynski cuddling up to Chris
Baxter! Something had to be done...
Things went south during the break between fifth and sixth periods.
Anita and Misha and Bernice were discussing success and failure Friday night
when they turned into the girl's bathroom on the second floor - just as Cindy
and Beverly rounded the corner. "Got you, you little bitch!" Cindy hissed
and waved Beverly to follow as she rushed toward the bathroom.
Inside, Cindy and Bev shouldered their way between Anita and Misha
and Cindy shoved Anita into a stall. "What the Hell do you think you're
doing, stealing my boyfriend?" Cindy hissed, shoving Anita backwards onto a
toilet.
"Hey!" yelled Misha - but Bev glared at her and hissed, "Shut up,
Squirt, or YOUR head goes in the toilet next!"
"Can't take a little competition, huh?" Bernice taunted - but Anita
was clearly getting the worst of what was going on in the stall. Something
needed doing - quickly!
Misha cast about for help just as Jasmine Fox came through the door.
"Cindy's beating up Anita!"
"What?" Jasmine wasn't known for her quick wits.
"Help Anita! Cindy's got her pinned in there!" Misha pressed.
"What's that got to...?" Jasmine began.
"Jaz, do you want cheerleader bitches fucking YOU over?" Bernice
pressed, adding, "worse than they already do?"
Jasmine eyed the two smaller girls, then turned on Beverly. "Out the
way, Bitch!"
Beverly stood her ground - a BIG mistake. Jasmine was a big, baby-
faced black chick with a 'D' cup rack and an ass to match - and heavy arms
and legs to go with them. She weighed 200, and you didn't want her glaring
truculently at you - and you CERTAINLY didn't want one of those arms
impacting you much of anywhere! One of her bear-like arms swept Beverly out
of the way as if she weighed nothing, backing her into the sinks, and then
Jasmine collected Cindy by the nearest handle - her blonde ponytail - and
hauled her back out of the stall. "What the fuck you doin'? You don't own
the place, Bitch! Get the fuck outta here!" Jasmine reoriented Cindy by
using her grip and then shoved her toward the door. "You don't get to beat
up on people jus' because they beat you out! Get outta here! I'm gonna tell
Miz Carmody on ya! Fuckin' cunt!"
Anita was crying and trying to fish her eyeglasses out of the toilet,
where they had fallen when Cindy slapped them off her face. Her nose was
bleeding and her face was red and her hair was a mess from Cindy's attack.
Jasmine waved her out of the stall and she and the other two girls provided
tissues and an escort for Anita while they headed for the assistant
principal's office.
Ms. Carmody wasn't pleased - but Cindy and Beverly had come to their
senses and gotten off campus before they could be collected and then enlisted
their parents to bring political pressure to bear to sweep the incident under
the rug.
Tad heard about it fifteen minutes into sixth period and never got
back to English class. He was camped outside Ms. Carmody's office when the
girls came out and had Anita wrapped in his arms before the assistant
principal could comment on the situation. Given the beneficial effect, Ms.
Carmody held her peace. The Shepherdsons were telephoned and Leslie arrived
to find Anita huddled into Tad while he rubbed her back. The description of
the incident and its basis by Misha banished any lingering doubts in Leslie
Shepherdson's mind about the seriousness of Anita's new boyfriend OR his
intentions! Tad took Anita out to the car, his anger clear as he promised
Anita, "We'll get them - BOTH of them! I promise!" Leslie found herself
trying to calm the boy as much as her daughter!
The news went through the football team like wildfire, leaving
several members out for blood. Jasmine and Bernice made brownie points -
especially Jasmine, who wasn't particularly notorious the way Bernice was.
Jasmine was suddenly the focus of lot of attention from the team and the
girls - something unprecedented and a source of some pleasure for her.
Cindy and Beverly got suspended for three days - but pressure was
brought to bear and they didn't lose their positions on the cheerleading
squad. There were several discussions among the team members, but no
immediate plan for revenge surfaced. That didn't mean that several people
weren't on the lookout for an opportunity...
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Tuesday afternoon, Toby and Amy collected their wrestlers and their
'trainer' and a wiser and more prepared Fred Carter sparred cautiously with
his younger opponent. The blowjob fall went to Eddie Ray as before; Nicky
anxiously sat it out, realizing that he wasn't allowed to play. But they
were playing for keeps on the second fall and Eddie Ray was in trouble. In
the first place, every time Eddie Ray deployed a new trick, Amy revealed it
to Fred mentally, allowing him to absorb it much more fully than any other
teaching method could even approach - and in the second, you don't do what
Fred did for a living for two decades without developing superior
endurance...
Time wasn't on Eddie Ray's side. Fred wouldn't let him rest; he kept
challenging him, keeping him moving and avoiding attacks. Eddie Ray knew
what was happening, but hadn't been able to come up with anything effective.
It seemed like Fred pulled the counters for his moves from his mind - and
then reversed things on him regularly!
Finally, desperate, Eddie Ray launched an attack in the hopes that
his speed and agility would carry him - and Fred used his momentum against
him in a classic manner - and it was over; Eddie Ray was pinned. Eddie Ray
slapped the mat, "Okay! I give!"
Fred released him and glanced over his shoulder, roaring, "Lube!"
Nicky scrambled forward, a bottle in his fist. "Here!"
"You do it," Fred directed. "Let me know when he's ready. In the
meantime..." Fred knelt over Eddie Ray's face, "You can warm me up..." He
lowered his cock into Eddie Ray's mouth.
Nicky was so excited he thought he was going to faint! Two muscle
hunks, hot, sweaty, musky - and one of them taking ownership of the other...
SOOO HOT! He lubed Eddie Ray's ass lovingly, plunging one and then two
fingers into him and distributing the lube, opening him up. "O-okay!"
Fred looked up from where Eddie Ray was lipping his cock. Eddie Ray
wasn't able to back and fill, given their positions, he was just holding
Fred's glans in his lips and washing it with his tongue. "You fuck him," he
told Nicky gruffly, "I'm not done here yet. When you're done, he'll be ready
for me."
Fred watched in amusement as Nicky tore out of his clothes. "Cute
little bitch, ain't he?" Eddie Ray grinned around his cock. "Gimme your
legs; I'll hold 'em up so he can get a decent shot at that hole of yours."
Eddie Ray obliged him; Fred grabbed the young redhead behind the knees,
cranking his ass into the air. "Get it!" he directed Nicky. "Lean into his
thighs and poke that ass!"
Nicky gently introduced his cock into Eddie Ray's ass and then
pounded him like a crazed jackrabbit - for all of maybe forty-five seconds.
He gave a strained grunt and went red in the face and pulsed semen into the
hot muscular ass he'd been given as a gift. He squirted inside Eddie Ray's
clasping hole a half-dozen times before relaxing and emitting an additional
series of pulses that were unproductive but no less pleasant. Finally, he
settled back on his haunches, his shrinking cock sliding from its extremely
temporary home. "Omigawd! That was..."
Fred rumbled a chuckle. "Well, back off, Sweetcakes. Now that
you're done, it's time for the main event!" Nicky scrambled back and Eddie
Ray grabbed his knees until Fred had settled himself and pressed his cock
into Eddie Ray's opening, at which point Fred leaned into his knees and Eddie
Ray draped his legs over the big black man's shoulders. Once he was fully
penetrated and pumping, Fred crooked a finger at Nicky, "Come here and make
him happy; I want to shoot because his ass is clenching while he shoots down
your throat!"
"Yes, SIR!" Nicky crawled in and started bobbing over Eddie Ray's
cock with great relish. Eddie Ray seldom maintained an erection while taking
a cock anally - but then he seldom had someone sucking him while he did it,
either; after a minute or two, Nicky had him firm and sensitive and enjoying
himself.
Toby and Amy were sitting on the couch, pretending to watch TV; Amy
was damping any distraction caused by their presence in the trio on the mat.
"Sometimes, I think Nicky is more female than gay," Amy mused.
Toby chuckled. "If he was female, I could detect him."
"Are you sure?" Amy retorted. "What if the male physical parts damp
him, but his mind is really feminine?"
"I don't know how we would tell..."
Amy sighed. "Let's go upstairs. I feel like a voyeur - because I am
one. Somehow, the three of them are making me hot..."
"Okay." The pair drifted like ghosts past the trio tangled on the
mats, pumping and moaning.
Fred's plan worked; in about ten minutes, Eddie Ray tensed up and
went, "UUUUGGGHHH!!!" and sprayed jizz into Nicky's amazingly talented mouth
- and his pulsing anus triggered Fred to flood his colon. The trio surged
against one another and collapsed, panting, until Fred backed off, grinning.
"Good shit..." There wasn't any, really, though; all three of them had taken
enemas before the session. Eddie Ray dropped his legs and stretched to get
the kinks out while Fred dropped onto the mat on his back to rest. "Got any
left?" he asked Eddie Ray.
"Maybe." Eddie Ray had pulsed out a big load, but he was still
randy.
"Come here, Sweet Meat, and kneel up - Eddie Ray wants some pussy!"
Fred directed.
"Yessir!" Nicky scrambled over and knelt up. Eddie Ray seated his
cock at the slight boy's sphincter ad drizzled some lube down the crack of
his ass; Nicky let out a breath and relaxed and Eddie Ray sank inside as it
flowered open - not completely, but enough to wedge the tip and make further
penetration easy. In a moment, the slight boy was making soft grunts as the
brawnier male behind him held his shoulders and pumped his colon.
Fred watched, chuckling. The kid was deep into having his ass
punched - that was certain. His little pecker was stone-hard and pulsing.
"Diddle yourself, Sweet Meat! Let's see you cum!"
Fred jacked himself slowly while he watched the show; Nicky was fun
to watch, in particular, what with the faces he made while he was getting
into it. 'This is fun and all, but I could use some pussy,' Fred mused. He
was reaching the point where his exploration of gay sex was reaching the
limits of his interest. Oh, he enjoyed it, all right - he enjoyed it a lot.
But he liked pussy, too. Since the simplest thing was to fuck club pussy,
maybe he'd better let Louise get her fucking revenge out of her system...
How bad could it be?
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Wednesday, Eddie Ray lowered the boom. "So, who have you been
training with?" he asked Vince casually.
"Nobody." Vince wasn't that happy - not only had he not been
training, he hadn't been fucking anything, either. Shitting on Eddie Ray had
its drawbacks...
"Too bad. I've got a new sparring partner - AND a trainer," Eddie
Ray announced.
"Yeah? Who?"
"You don't know him. He's quick, though - and hard. He can take
you, I bet," Eddie Ray baited the hook.
"Taking YOU isn't the same as taking ME!" Vince boasted.
"You didn't win ALL the time!" Eddie Ray retorted jovially, "And
don't give me any shit about taking a fall, because we both know better!"
"Yeah, right!" Vince blustered.
"Okay, tell you what," Eddie Ray pressed. "You wrestle my new
sparring partner, three falls - the usual penalties. If you win, you get to
fuck both of us AND Little Nicky - but if you lose, we both fuck YOU while
Little Nicky dumps as many loads in your mouth as he can work up!"
"You're doing the usual?" Vince chuckled. "Blow jobs for the first
fall and a fuck for the winner?"
"Yup."
"Been fucked lately?"
"Last night."
"You're a wuss!"
"Prove it!" Eddie Ray challenged, grinning.
"You're on! Got a place?" Vince asked.
"Sure. Friday night, after the game. I'll get Toby to pick you and
Little Nicky up, like last time - only this time, we'll go to the place I
went..."
"Deal!" Vince grinned from ear to ear. What was the worst that
could happen?
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Wednesday afternoon, Tyrone Baker waylaid Bernice as she headed home
from school. "Hey, Bernice. I see you doin' big things with the football
crowd - but I don't see nobody callin' you his squeeze."
"That's because of YOU, more than anything else!" Bernice snapped.
"Since I'm everybody's gangbang girl, who is gonna want me?"
"Now, Bernice," Tyrone chided, "you was hot and bothered, and you
know it." He stepped in close. "Besides, I asked, and you said yes. You
remember that?"
"I'd have got my ass kicked if I hadn't," Bernice retorted. "I was
naked and you and Big Otis and Marcel were right there - once things started
heading that way it wouldn't have mattered WHAT I said..."
"No, Baby, you SAID yes - and THAT started the ball rolling!" Tyrone
said quietly, placing a big hand on Bernice's bare back just above her shorts
and locking eyes with her.
"You were playing with my pussy..." Looking up into Tyrone's eyes,
Bernice suddenly found it hard to breathe.
"And you was hot and wet and spicy and you needed a man - not that
shithead Marcel," Tyrone breathed, pulling her crotch against his. He ground
the iron bar of his cock against her clit.
"Well, maybe..." Why was she letting him do this? What was there
about Tyrone that crushed her defenses? Was it the confidence?
"Fuck maybe, Baby!" Tyrone chuckled in her ear, leaning down to
breathe softly on her neck. "You like dick - and lots of it! You know it,
and I DAMN sure know it! Who's takin' care of you now that you're open for
business? Them football dudes? I don't THINK so..." He pressed his lips to
Bernice's neck.
Bernice stood there, her eyes closed, waving her arms in a futile
gesture. Her brain was telling her that this was a little too wild and crazy
and couldn't understand how Tyrone thought he could get away with this shit -
but her neck LOVED it - and so did her little bubble butt, where Tyrone had
defeated the waistband of her shorts and panties and slid his hand underneath
to grope a handful. Part of her wanted to push him away - and part of her
wanted to clutch him to her - and she could bring herself to do neither, so
her arms waved. "Tyrone..." she gasped in an attempt at protest - but her
tone made that unclear, too...
It was her choice in blouses that undid her; a tube top and no bra
made access to her more than 'A' but less than 'B' cup titties simple - and
once Tyrone had three points of contact including two fingers gently twisting
her erect nipple like he was tuning a radio, her arms decided that clutching
was the proper reaction. Melting against him followed. Her pussy leaked
into the crotch of her panties and her clit started itching and begging to be
touched and any plan she might have had to push Tyrone away went out the
window.
Tyrone pawed her some more, right there on the sidewalk, then stepped
away, tugging her hand. "Come on, Baby, let me give you a ride..." Bernice,
aroused and committed, trotted behind him on her wedgie sandals and let him
help her off with her backpack and toss it into the back seat of his junker
Nissan, then climbed in and sat while he went around and got in on the
driver's side and settled in. Sometime during this hiatus, the question,
'What am I doing?' flickered through her consciousness, but it was fleeting -
and was washed away when Tyrone leaned across the seat to lock his lips on
hers and slide a hand under her tube top again. At some point, he tugged it
below her tits; Bernice didn't notice until he settled back in his seat,
chuckling. When she made to raise it back up, Tyrone forestalled her with
his right hand while taking her left and placing it on the tent in his pants,
"Don't worry about that, Baby - worry about this."
Why wasn't clear to her, but the heat radiating up into her palm from
the hard rod in Tyrone's pants took precedence over her exposure; a part of
her mind rationalized that when she bent over across the seat to open
Tyrone's pants, nobody could see her titties, anyway. Tyrone lifted his ass
so she could push his baggy jeans and jockey shorts off his ass, but left the
mess bunched below the steering wheel so he could drive. "I'm gonna get us
out of here to somewhere less public," he told Bernice, pushing her nose
against his standing erection. "While you're down there hiding you can give
this a suck..." Bernice, inhaling his musk, didn't give the idea a second
thought; the rationalization made perfect sense to her...
'Silly bitch,' Tyrone thought as he pulled out into traffic.
'Another notch in the gunbelt. She wouldn't be worth it, but Otis wants to
fuck her again.' Tyrone just didn't have any problems with some women; Otis
laughed and called him Black Dracula. "You just throw your cape over 'em and
bite 'em on the neck..." Otis would chuckle. Tyrone thought about it being
more like Jedi using the Force in old Star Wars flicks - he just put ideas in
chick's heads and they went with them. It only worked on maybe one chick in
ten, but that was plenty to keep his dick wet - and Otis' and a couple of the
other dudes, too, for that matter. Hell, they already had a couple of
bitches in the stable full-time, pimping them out...
Bernice was drifting, sucking Tyrone's cock, weirdly happy about it.
When he didn't need a hand to drive, he would play with her right nipple,
which was a fine reason to keep her tube top around her midsection. Tyrone
wasn't making any demands, so she was just... enjoying herself. Did that
make sense?
Tyrone wasn't driving Bernice for three distinct reasons. First, he
was driving, and pushing Bernice to maximize his enjoyment was likely to get
them both killed. Besides, Bernice's current activity was VERY pleasant
without putting him in a position where things were urgent. Second, sucking
kept her head below the dashboard, which kept her from knowing where they
were headed. And, last but not least, having her whiffing his crotch tended
to increase his control over a girl substantially. Just manipulating a girl
worked for about ten percent of the chicks he tried it on - but if he could
get her to smell his musk, the percentage climbed to around thirty. Wiping
his crotch with a T-shirt before putting it on was effective until the smell
dropped off; even a handkerchief was effective for a few minutes. Tyrone
wasn't sure whether he had one source of control or two, but the results were
additive, if nothing else; having Bernice snort his pubes while sucking his
dick was going to make her VERY biddable when he got her to Otis' crib...
Otis' place had an automatic garage door opener and Tyrone had taken
the remote with him, so they were indoors already when Tyrone shut down the
car; he would move it later so Otis' old man wouldn't shit when he came home,
but first he needed to hand off Bernice and make sure she was entertained.
"Come on Baby, let's go inside..."
"Mmmm? Okay..." Bernice reluctantly let go of Tyrone's wonderful
cock and sat up to let herself out of the passenger door when Tyrone, still
adjusting his clothing, circled around to open it. Then he led her through
the door into the kitchen.
Otis was sitting with his feet propped up on the table watching a
small TV in sweatpants and a muscle shirt, "Well, look what we have here! My
favorite little hot mama! You got some sweet titties, there, Bernice..."
Surprise rattled Bernice's composure; she had basically been
mindlessly following Tyrone wherever he led, waiting for him to take her to
whatever destination he had in mind for plowing her pussy with that wonderful
cock of his. Meeting Otis was a shock; she reflexively reached to raise her
tube top into place while she recovered.
Once again, Tyrone forestalled her, placing a hand on her arm.
"That's okay, Baby, you can let Otis see. Give him a little feel, why don't
you? While you're at it, you might give him a little suck. You like Otis'
cock, remember?"
Bernice was a bit perplexed; something was fucked up, but what it was
wasn't exactly clear. But Tyrone had his hand on her arm and he was looking
at her like he expected her to agree with whatever he wanted... Otis hopped
up and shucked his sweatpants to his ankles and then resumed his seat.
"C'mon, Babe - wrap those lips of yours around my meat and I'll play with
your nipples - that'll be fun, won't it?"
Bernice froze in place. It sounded like fun, but something was
bothering her...
Tyrone frowned. He'd been cutting the corner a bit, but she HAD been
sucking his musk into her lungs for ten minutes. Still, Otis was a shock...
Fortunately, all he had to do was reinforce things with a little touching...
He circled behind her and wrapped a hand around her front, sliding it under
the displaced tube top so his hand pressed against her belly. Bernice
immediately settled down - not that she'd been going wild or anything - the
doubts went away visibly, that's all. Tyrone slid his left hand down the
back of her shorts on the inside, cupping her ass and then pushing them down
to pool at her feet. Bringing his hand back up the inside of her thigh, he
ran a finger along the bottom end of her split and up the crack of her ass.
"You don't need shoes, Baby." Bernice, thoroughly under control, stepped out
of her wedgies. "Now go give Otis' dick a great big kiss for me..." Tyrone
released her belly but left his hand on Bernice's ass, allowing it to drift
upward as she drifted forward, knelt, and wrapped her lips around Otis'
glans.
"Aaaahhhh! That's it, Babe! Wrap those cocksucker's lips around
Otis' shank!" Otis rumbled, leaning up just a bit to collect Bernice's
nipples. "See if you can swallow that motherfucker! I bet you can..."
Obedient to Otis' demands and Tyrone's control, Bernice - who had
been practicing, and was therefore a better fellatrix than she had been that
night at the campsite - obediently put forth her best effort at deep throat.
Otis possessed a serious length of cock, so the immediate results weren't
satisfactory from a depth perspective, but she continued to try - and Otis
reaped the benefits.
'I dunno what the fuck Tyrone does to 'em, but they're sure fun to
fuck with...' Otis mused to himself. He loved talking nasty to girls under
Tyrone's spell; not only did they take it, but they tended to BELIEVE it,
even afterward... "You be a helluva slut, Bernice - a natural born
cocksucker! How would you like to make a living on your back? Come to work
for me and Tyrone and have dicks stuck in ya at all hours of the day and
night. Don't that sound like fun?" Otis chuckled evilly to himself - and,
looking up, discovered an equally evil grin on Tyrone's features.
"I thought you wanted to keep Bernice?" Tyrone queried.
"Eh, you know how it is..." Otis replied. "Ya got to train them...
Hey, Bernice! Anyone ever do up your ass?" Tyrone chuckled and fingered
Bernice's sphincter.
For Bernice, some things were intense and some oddly distant. When
they turned her around and Otis literally lifted her above his cock with his
hands under her narrow thighs and settled her onto his throbbing meat, she
felt every millimeter - but what she felt about what she was feeling was
slippery, fleeting. All she had were the sensations, without the attendant
emotion - except for a warm fuzzy feeling any time Tyrone touched her.
Otis fucked her for a while like that, then stood her up and bent her
over and pounded her from behind while Tyrone poked his cock deep into her
throat. Was it good? Oh, yeah - incredible! Even choking on Tyrone's
wonderful cock was mind-numbing! She had the occasional problem breathing,
but Tyrone seemed to know when she was blacking out... Otis pumped her pussy
full, then that put her across the table on her back and Tyrone shoved his
hot cock up her ass with a little butter for lube while Otis plowed her
throat as her head hung over the table edge. Bernice blacked out twice...
Alas, they tired of her around six and Tyrone had her get dressed and
dumped her out of his car about a block from home. Fortunately, no one
commented on her state... She headed upstairs and drew a nice hot bubble
bath, just as Tyrone recommended - and fell asleep in the damned thing,
waking up at seven-thirty in cold water, sore in all three of her holes. Why
she had done all those crazy things she couldn't understand for the life of
her - and why she wasn't upset about it was even more perplexing...
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Thursday morning, she wasn't any better off - in fact, Bernice had,
well, concerns. Given that he'd been pretty tough with her, it seemed to
make sense for Bernice to seek out Toby after second period. "Toby? Hey,
you got a second?"
Toby eyed Bernice, perplexed - but Bernice seemed to have a jump on
him when it came to perplexity, so... "Yeah, I guess..."
"Do I come off as, like, a total slut to you?"
"Do you mean from last Friday?"
"No..." Bernice looked away.
Intrigued, Toby dug a bit - and found a mess! Bernice's mind was a
chaos of half-absorbed suggestions and blocks and compulsions - some of which
she was worrying at mentally in an effort to unseat. There were big, muddy
footprints on her mind - some going back a couple of weeks, and some fresh...
"Why don't you tell me about it," Toby said quietly, pulling her into a
corner near a stairwell. "What happened?"
Bernice tried, but she'd been inhibited - and Toby had seen enough to
be able to tell that the whole thing wasn't simple. "Meet me and Amy at
lunch," he told her, "but in the meantime, stay away from Tyrone and Otis!"
Toby didn't have the full picture, but it was clear that whatever they
discovered, the mess was going to lead back to THAT pair!
Toby collected Amy after third period. "Do you cross paths with
Tyrone Baker during the day?" he asked her.
"Not usually..." Amy replied, "Why?"
"Something is up. Somehow, he's messed with Bernice. He's got
something - some power. Can you eyeball him without getting caught?"
"I think so..."
"Don't take any chances - we don't know what we're dealing with,"
Toby cautioned. "It looks like he's hypnotized Bernice or something. I
think we need to know what. If you can get a sense of it without raising his
suspicions, it would be nice. Bernice is going to meet us for lunch and I'm
going to try to clean up the mess and get her tale out of her. Oh, and watch
out for Otis White - he's in on it."
"Okay, sounds good." Amy headed off to locate Tyrone.
She didn't find him before lunch, so they still had no idea what they
were dealing with when Bernice showed up at their table, trailing Jasmine
behind her. The pair had bonded a bit due to current notoriety, and Jasmine
tended to float in Bernice's orbit. This made things a bit awkward, but
Bernice seemed to draw strength from the big girl, so Toby let her stay.
Getting Bernice's tale was like cleaning up after a mine collapse;
Toby had to remove debris and replace structures and open the paths so that
Bernice could haltingly relate her 'adventure' of the previous evening.
What Jasmine heard was very confusing to her. It seemed that Bernice
had done a lot of sex stuff with Tyrone and Otis - and had mixed feelings
about it. Given the list, that wasn't a surprise, actually - it pretty much
confirmed Bernice's reputation as a slut...
Toby could put some things back together - but he couldn't instill a
sense of outrage in Bernice because there hadn't been one there before; she'd
been conditioned to accept what was done to her and manufacturing something
to replace it wouldn't be any more genuine than the original mess Tyrone and
Otis left her with. Jasmine, however, was getting the wrong impression...
Toby looked over at Jasmine. "Um, Jasmine, what you're not getting
is that Bernice wasn't herself. Bernice, would you have done any of this
stuff normally?"
"Uh uh!" Bernice shook her head, wide-eyed. "That's what's so
weird..." Released from the vast majority of the blocks and compulsions, she
could think about it. "No, I don't get it. And I don't understand why I
didn't have a fit."
"There was that other time..." Jasmine pointed out.
"Good point," Toby nodded. "But you know, there is a common
denominator: Tyrone and Otis were THERE, too - and they started the wild
stuff with Bernice - didn't they, Bernice?"
Bernice nodded. "Uh huh."
Toby turned to Jasmine. "I think Bernice was drugged - or hypnotized
- or both. I think Tyrone has something he uses to get his way with girls."
He eyed Jasmine. "Do you know of any other girls who hang out with Tyrone?
Girls who might have bad reputations?"
Bernice frowned, thinking. "Not Tyrone, exactly - but Otis - there's
rumors he's pimping out a couple of girls - and maybe a couple of older
women, too."
"And Tyrone is ALWAYS around Otis..." Bernice pointed out.
Toby nodded. "Otis is a leader - but Tyrone is the guy with the
tools, whatever they are; Otis isn't smart enough. Tyrone is slick - if this
thing backfires, it'll fall on Otis - and Tyrone will walk."
"What's Tyrone usin'?" Jasmine asked.
Toby couldn't relate what he thought - Jasmine wouldn't find it
believable. But what he came up with was closer to the truth than he knew.
"Something that can be absorbed through the skin - or something you can
breathe in without knowing it."
Bernice nodded, frowning. "Yeah. I was always... less worried about
things... when he touched me."
Toby nodded. "There is a substance called DMSO that you absorb
through the skin. It doesn't do this, but it can be a carrier for other
things, I think." Toby hated to do it, but implanting inhibitions had become
a standard security measure; he did it to Jasmine while imparting the
injunction, "This is a secret - you can't talk about it. You can't even act
like you know - we don't want Tyrone and Otis to be suspicious. We need
evidence before we can do anything."
Jasmine nodded. "Okay." She turned to Bernice. "Look at the bright
side - at least you got to do that stuff - and it isn't even your fault!"